Chapter 163: Do you know that you are so blatantly grateful 17
"Sister, actually my brother-in-law is really nice to you. He doesn't mind if I call him brother-in-law. That's good..." Yu Xin'ai said as she put on the shoes her sister brought her.
"My dear, go down! He also needs to change clothes." A faint layer of sadness appeared in Yu Nianen's heart.
She has not forgotten that Rong Beiming said that he can pamper her to heaven; nor has she forgotten that neither of them needs love; nor has she forgotten that his bed partners all have a shelf life.
So, good or bad, her life is just like this, and she can't see the future direction anyway.
Unlike before, when she was with Ding Ziqian, she could look forward to the future and always felt within reach. Thinking about it, the beautiful song "Hope" seemed to echo in her ears.
That is music that belongs to both of them, only to them...
Every beautiful note that made her heartbeat clearly surrounded her. She couldn't help but murmured: "My dear, is there still hope for my sister?"
"Why not?" Yu Xinai hugged her, looked in the mirror, and smiled sweetly, "Am I not your hope?"
Yu Nianen was amused by her and laughed out loud: "That's right, my sister will be supported by you from now on. You are not allowed to cheat?"
"Then brother-in-law is going to be jealous. I don't want to rob you with him. Sister, let's go out!"
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Opening the door to the room, Rong Beiming stood at the door, holding his hands on his chest and leaning against the wall. His handsome three-dimensional facial features looked very charming under the light and shadow.
"Brother-in-law!"
"My love, she's very beautiful!" He looked at the girl with a bright smile in front of him and praised with a smile.
"My sister is prettier than me!" Girls tend to be a little shy when receiving compliments, and Yu Xin'ai was no exception. She ran downstairs with a shy smile.
"Follow me!" Rong Beiming dragged Yu Nianen back to the room, "Help me!"
Entering the cloakroom, he couldn't help but hugged her into his arms and kissed her lips fiercely.
The powerful, suffocating feeling immediately surrounded her.
She knew that the more she resisted, the harder Rong Beiming would exert her force. So her body softened, she clung to him obediently, and responded slowly and passively.
"Okay," she struggled after he calmed down a little, but she didn't want to completely disappoint him, so she raised her hand and touched his cheek, and said soothingly, "If there's anything, I'll tell you when I come back tonight."
"Just now, you said you had something to talk about, and now you're talking about tonight?" He smiled lowly, with passion in his eyes, "I don't want to say anything, I just want to do it!"
His low, hoarse voice and straightforward hint made her face suddenly turn red, and she said in a panic: "Hurry up! Take off your clothes!"
"You want to do it? Now?"
"What? Who wants to do it? I'm not as dirty as you!" She pushed him away coquettishly and helped him choose a shirt and tie, "No time!"
She was very depressed. Who would want to do that? Could she ask him to change clothes quickly? Why could he think about anything?
"You still know me well enough to know that this little time is simply not enough for me."
"Are you done yet? Can you stop acting like you've got chicken blood every time you talk about this?"
"What's this? What's the matter?"
She turned her head and saw that the man in front of her was wearing only a pair of dark boxer briefs. His tall figure was comparable to that of a model, and she was stunned for several seconds.